[I Like Bees]

This stocking is trembling terribly. The poor cat inside must be terrified! I wonder what scared them.

Describe a time when this cat had to face their worst fear.
Did they succeed, or did they fail? What happened as a result?
Optional bonus: Why is this thing their worst fear?

Ends January 3rd, 11:59 PM CST

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Cat Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Clan:[/b] (Please link)
[b]Age:[/b] (1 year or above)
[b]Prompt:[/b]

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Name: Marañonflicker
Gender: Male
Rank: Nighthawk
Clan: CaladiumClan
Description: Black silver charcoal sparbled tabby
with low white and dark purple eyes
Age: 17 moons
Edits: Ear tufts (c), unnatural eye color (uc), med. fur edit (uc)
Owner: bmkmb

[SilentMelody]

Username: SilentMelody
Cat Name: Leopard
Gender:
Rank:
Clan: (Please link)
Age: (1 year or above)
Prompt:

[Lex.]

Username: Lex.
Cat Name: Queenie
Gender: Female
Rank: Permanent Queen
Clan: (Thistleclan)
Age: 40 moons
Prompt:

Queenie was a simple cat. She ate. She drank. She slept. She was brought up in the comfort of a twoleg home, oblivious to the outside world.

This comfort wouldn't last forever. The smelly, unfamiliar outside world was going to swallow. Her. Whole.

~

She awoke in the morning exhausted. She has spent the previous night chasing butterflies in the garden, and needed to recoup her energy. She was taking her post slumber nap, getting ready to chase the day from the bay window. After waking up from her cat nap, she stretched. It was tiring sleeping all the time. She walked to her bowl and ate what her owners gave her. It was food, not great, but it could be worse.

[nio]

Username: nio
Cat Name: TBD
Gender: nonbinary, he/they
Rank: sharpclaw
Clan: bayclan
Age: 29 moons
Prompt: wip!

[cryologic.]

Username: cryologic.
Cat Name: tbd
Gender: tbd
Rank: tbd
Clan: tribe of the blooming mounts
Age: tbd
Prompt:

growing up in a twoleg nest, they never had to worry about the night. the moment the sun started to set, and the sky in the horizon began to turn orange, all the tall metal lights outside would start to shine, and their twolegs would light their own lights at home. the outside world at night was completely unknown to them; the inside world at night was warm and safe and comforting. they would spend sunset through to early night curled up on the lap of their female twoleg as she went about her own weird twoleg business, getting a few strokes on their head every now and then. it was nice.

when the twolegs decided to migrate from their nest to a larger one, a lot changed. more twolegs were around all the time, and the mixture of new scents was overwhelming. not only were there more things inside their own home, they were laying down new coloured grass on the ground, and applying new colours to the walls. it was hectic. their twolegs shoo'ed them outside into the backyard, closing the invisible wall on them.

it was dark. it was very dark.

out at the back, there were no metal lights. the only source of light was from inside the nest, until that too was taken away. a big coloured leaf was drawn over the wall, and the light suddenly went out.

they pawed at the wall, meowing and hoping to get some attention. but nothing worked. their twolegs never appeared to show the light again, or to let them back in. so they turned around, looking for somewhere warm to stay the night. a bush in the corner by a fence looked somewhat safe and cozy, and would hopefully keep them away from anything that could be lurking out in the darkness. so they wandered over to it, found a way in, and settled down on the ground. it was a long night, and they couldn't get to sleep for what seemed like forever. unknown noises kept waking them back up whenever they were about to fall asleep, causing their fur to spike up in fear. at some point, they finally fell asleep.

the next few days were the same. they were allowed in for a bit right after the sun went up in the morning, once at sun-high, and once at sunset to be fed, and the rest of the time they had to be outside. it became the norm after a while, and the night stopped seeming so scary. but it was lonely.

when they were finally allowed back in, they noticed that instead of two twolegs, there were three. there was one smaller one, probably a kit, that always had the attention of their twolegs. when they tried to get close to it to inspect it and give it a sniff, the male twoleg shouted something unknown at them, and they ran back out. they ran past their bush of comfort, and up over the fence. with one last look back, they ran into the forest behind their nest, hoping to find a new place of comfort, even in the dark.

[Booberry Smoothie]

Username: Lunastar589
Cat Name: Ginger
Gender: Male
Rank: TBD
Clan: TBD
Age: 80 moons
Prompt: TBD

[beebun]

Username: Coraly
Cat Name: grapey -> grapebunch
Gender: female
Rank: warrior
Clan: (Please link)
Age: 13 moons
Prompt:
always. always, she avoided bugs. spiders, in particular. she feared them and hated them with a burning passion in her heart. and she always avoided them. it made her shudder just to think about them. with their eight legs and two to many eyes, and their big fangs.. no! she shuddered, that would never happen again.
at least that’s what she thought. not the bug, who had different plans.
ones that would make her face her hatred and fear.
it happened when she was asleep. the house was quiet, the only thing you could hear was the purr of her. her chest fluff went up and down, not caring about the creepy-crawly who was creeping up her paw. it reached her side. that was when she woke up.
“nononono no!” she yelled. “this cannot be happening! no spiders!” she shook. it didn’t work. she could sense the spider, it was close to biting her.
breathe, she thought, be still. but she couldn’t sit still. she shook and shook.
then it was off.
“what?” she thought aloud. the spider was off! OFF! it was gone! she was free!
she had never known it was so simple to get rid of a spider before.
and then, she was over her fear.


other thingy:
“what in silverpelt’s name is that?!” the shriek echoed around the walls. the tiny bug started to crawl up her furry leg, “ahhhhhh!” she yowled. it felt like a tickle, but oh so much more. the bug crawled and crawled until it reached her shoulder.
that was when it hit. the shooting pain reached her neck. she felt paralyzed. what was happening? what was this awful force? and why did it hurt so -curse the stars- much?! it burned, the fire spread. everywhere. into her thoughts, which were now racing. she collapsed soon after her mind went blank.
and that was the day she first figured out about spiders.
and feared them with a burning passion after that.

[/nyx.]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Marañonflicker
Gender: male
Rank: Nighthawk
Clan: CaladiumClan
Age: 17 moons
Prompt:

The embers flickered beneath the stars; they danced through the air, twisting and turning. It would've been a beautiful sight if only he wasn't petrified in fear. Terror coursed through his veins, a frozen trepidation.

No, nothing was on fire. Nothing burned. Not fire, but fireflies.

The small beetles flew, blinking orange at midnight. They spooked him, spooked a grown cat capable of taking down geese on his own.

"Mother? Mother, can you hear me?" His cry, strangled in grief. "Please, don't go!" Around them, the fireflies danced, dying embers in the moonlight, awaiting for his mother's last breath.

With a shuddering breath, Marañon coaxed his eyes shut. He felt a tail settle reassuringly on his back. "They're harmless," his leader consoled.

"I know... I... can't."

The body, cold. Like ice despite the warm insects that buzzed silently around them, circling, teasung, taunting.

"That's alright," his leader murmured. "You don't need to face them today—whenever you're ready, or never again." He nudged the tomcat gently. "Come. Let's go home."

Hesitantly, Marañonflicker followed, keeping his gaze on the dark grassy earth. "I—Condorstar..." He exhaled, "Thank you."

[I Like Bees]

Username: bmkmb
Cat Name: Marañonflicker
Gender: male
Rank: Nighthawk
Clan: CaladiumClan
Age: 17 moons
Prompt:

The embers flickered beneath the stars; they danced through the air, twisting and turning. It would've been a beautiful sight if only he wasn't petrified in fear. Terror coursed through his veins, a frozen trepidation.

No, nothing was on fire. Nothing burned. Not fire, but fireflies.

The small beetles flew, blinking orange at midnight. They spooked him, spooked a grown cat capable of taking down geese on his own.

"Mother? Mother, can you hear me?" His cry, strangled in grief. "Please, don't go!" Around them, the fireflies danced, dying embers in the moonlight, awaiting for his mother's last breath.

With a shuddering breath, Marañon coaxed his eyes shut. He felt a tail settle reassuringly on his back. "They're harmless," his leader consoled.

"I know... I... can't."

The body, cold. Like ice despite the warm insects that buzzed silently around them, circling, teasung, taunting.

"That's alright," his leader murmured. "You don't need to face them today—whenever you're ready, or never again." He nudged the tomcat gently. "Come. Let's go home."

Hesitantly, Marañonflicker followed, keeping his gaze on the dark grassy earth. "I—Condorstar..." He exhaled, "Thank you."

Congrats! I loved the creativity of this idea and the way it was written!
I'll reveal the cat in just a moment

I'd also like to award an HM to Coraly and cryologic. !